Dark Red Mask
October 26, 2019
When They're Down (Colorized)
October 12, 2019
The Lonely Tabernacle
September 26, 2019
September 23, 2019
August 1, 2019
November 21, 2015
when I was little, I wanted to work with words.
I wanted my voice to be heard
amidst all the noise of all the others in the world
I wanted to construct skyscrapers built of verbs, towering miles above Earth…
but unlike Babylon, my goal was never heaven
and it wasn’t the sun.
I wanted to dictate diction and denotation
I wanted to influence the population
with meaning and connotation.
I wanted everyone’s vocabulary
to grow and increase exponentially,
and maybe then, potentially…
we’d finally know the meanings
of “peace” and “love” and “human beings.”
when I was little I wanted to work with letters.
I thought that, somehow, things would get better
if we figured out how to arrange them in a way
where we’d get across what we meant to say
instead of tripping over tongue tied attempts to communicate.
I wanted to lift society out of this fog
of unintellectual dialogue
consisting of acronyms, abbreviations and mnemonics
like “YOLO” and “LOL” which both sound idiotic.
but now at eighteen I find it absurd
to try to control the puppet master-
the king of everything that screams “disaster.”
but at eighteen, I still want to work with language
because there is no greater fragrance
than published words on untouched pages.
when I was little, I didn’t want to be
a dentist, a lawyer or doctor.
I wanted, and still want, to be an author.
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